Missing - Part FiveFive
It took a moment for Molly to speak. She lay there next to Emily, staring wistfully at the ceiling as if trying to find the right words. Emily could feel her breathing next to her. She tried to imagine what Molly might have been thinking. She felt Molly shift after a moment; there was a small smile on her face.
"Okay " she began, turning to face Emily, "You know how everyone is capable of both good and evil right?"
"Yeah" Emily was following the shadows on the ceiling.
"I was thinking. What if something happened?"
One of the shadows looked like a cloaked figure. "Like what?"
"Well What if, for some reason, whatever it is in you that makes you do good, just goes away? Like you're incapable of anything good anymore?"
i forgetThere is an affirmation
Of nothing I could ever miss
An end to this
Live, love, forgive, forget
To undo all those things that hurt you
Forget is a funny kind of safety net
To forget the pain that hasn't happened yet
But it's not quite so easy
Not quite undo
Because you can never forget what's true
The only way to clear you mind
Of the haunting memories you find
To forget there was ever something there
Is to forget you ever cared
Missing - Part FourFour
"Em, I heard about yesterday"
"The whole school heard about yesterday"
"Is it true? Did someone really break into your house and attack you?"
"No, we sat down and had root beer floats"
"Did you see what he looked like?"
"He looked like Batman"
"Are you okay"
"Am I ever?"
"How are you doing?"
The barrage of questions kept coming at her. It seemed as if there were no end. People had been coming up to her that she had never even seen before.
"Who are you?"
A mousy girl with freckles and glasses with thick black frames had stepped in front of her. She was almost a full head shorter than Emily. "I'm Molly" she smiled, simulta
Missing - Part ThreeThree
What the fuck is the crossing? The letter shook in her hands. Emily let it flutter to the ground as she stepped back in to the living room. Her hands searched behind her for the poker, which was usually by the fireplace. This whole thing gave her the fucking willies. Should she call the police? No. Probably that jack off Gleason would be the first to show up. They'd wonder if she'd had a role in any of this. Ask her a bunch of questions. Get their grubby paws all over her personal life. She didn't even know what they wanted anyway, or if it was even her mother's blood. Best just to leave it alone for now.
Finding the poker, Emily swung it out in front of her, and crept forward through the living room, toward the nearby stairs. Chances were, whoever left the note was long gone. But she wouldn't be at peace until she had made sure of that. Somewhere upstairs, she thought she heard a door close, but a quick glance at